Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The Time is Now

know the truth.

"Hello?"

Bill's sounded tired, worn out.

"It's me," said Clive, "I need to talk now. I'm on my way."

He hung up, threw on his coat and slid his gun still in the rag into the inside of his coat pocket. As he turned the lights out and locked the bar, he headed toward Joe's house. It was time. He would tell Joe and then the two would...

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Welcome to Burning Lines - an online writing group. This is something of an experiment for December - a group of writers and artists who have met online creating an entirely new collaborative piece of fiction. If it goes well, we'll try a different theme/genre each month, selected by each of the group members in turn.

The rules are simple - there are no rules. It's for fun, and completely freeform. The contributors can upload fiction, illustrations, photos, music, video clips if they want to, anything that contributes to the story we are telling - and write two or two thousand words, drop by once or everyday. The contributors can dive into the story whenever they feel like it. If each post ends with a question or challenge - or mid sentence - so that the next person posting has something to work with that will help the story flow.